I am fragile

in sunrises

in the skies,

in sunsets.

I am fragile

in the sea,

in wave reflections,

in seaweed scents

and saltiness.

I am fragile

like a bicycle frame

made in marble

with the knots of speed

tight, that bind,

that stop, that hold back

the desire to leave

but who want to be dissolved.

Contrast

with free wheels, light,

a circular freedom

that requires effort, effort

ready to explode and knows

where to go.

I am fragile

like a marble bicycle frame,

hard but fragile.

But I can wait

when the calcium carbonate of marble

transforms to

carbon fiber,

very light, very resistant

then

I will fly with my speed.

I am fragile

with the magic of the strength of fragility.

Leonardo Melossi